Vulnerable Hearts Novels & Stories

incinerated by the fact that the Human Heart is Un-Writeable. We stood in the center of the "Sovereign Glitch," our breath coming in short, ragged gasps of hot, copper-heavy air. The One-Hundred-and-Forty-Fourth Layer was no longer a cathedral; it was a Void of Pure, Un-Written Potential, where every shadow was a new choice and every drop of blood was a new ocean.

The Heart adapted with every second—reshaping its form, countering attacks, shifting its structure to minimize damage. Kael’s voice cut through the chaos. “It’s not just reacting—it’s evolving in real time!” Raven deflected another strike. “Then we overwhelm it!” Lucian roared. “We hit it harder!” But Ethan’s voice came, calm— “No.” They paused—just for a second. And in that second— He saw it. “The Heart isn’t attacking randomly,” Ethan said. “It’s targeting fractures.” Kael froze. “…Weak points.” “Not in our defenses,” Ethan continued.

Hope hurt. Eleanor felt it tear through the bond so sharply it nearly stole her breath. Because it did not belong to someone who trusted easily. It belonged to someone who had survived too long without it. Alaric stood motionless at the edge of the abyss while the Heart Chamber collapsed around them in slow ruin. Stone groaned overhead. Black roots forged from shadow and broken chains crawled across the walls. The ancient heart above the altar pulsed violently, spraying silver light across the chamber in unstable waves.

Controlled chaos. A van rolled past, headlights washing the warehouse in sterile white light. In that momentary glare, the cracks in the bricks showed, the boarded windows rattled, and the faint smear of blood at the edge of the doorframe caught the rider’s attention. They revved the engine once—sharp, decisive.

They no longer felt human emotions. I couldn't tell if Magnus' treatment of me came from fear of the drug inside him, or from some genuine desire to care for me. How did I become so hesitant, so unsure of myself? Maybe it was because I had never really known love. When I was young, Anya had been gravely ill. My parents poured every bit of their hearts into her, and to them, I was just the extra, the one they could overlook. Perhaps that was why, later, I gave my whole heart to Victor just for the smallest bit of kindness. And now with Magnus, love was still my greatest weakness.

The very next day, Jeffrey convened a press conference where he openly professed his love for me, declaring it was boundless and timeless, in front of the entire public. Meanwhile, Melinda, feeling abandoned, vented on her Facebook Story. "After all the twists and turns, you've finally given up on me, becoming someone else's husband." I couldn't resist reacting; I gave her post a thumbs up and left a biting comment. 'Miss Stuart, maybe you just didn't try hard enough!' But the aftermath of Jeffrey's declaration was catastrophic. Three days later, his company suffered a major theft. Every department head found their offices ransacked, with vital contracts missing. Even the door to Jeffrey's o

Both of our eyes met his and his glee was crazed. “Yes! Did you know that the key to vampires ability of immortality actually lies within our hearts? The venom coats the inside of our hearts and it pumps through our entire body, coating everything in that venom. That’s what stops us from aging, stops us from dying. It all starts from the heart.” That same heart felt like it was sinking into the pit of my stomach. Hector’s grip on me tighter and I felt the slight shake in his grasp.

he added, on sensing my discomfort. His voice was so vulnerable that it was giving me a heart ache, not because I still have some kind of soft corner for him, but rather I know how it feels, I had been there, with countless nights all ending in nightmares, which won't let you sleep, and how you need someone to hold onto, but you know there is no one, absolutely no one. It's just you trying to hold together your broken pieces in the middle of the night, when every other being is sleeping soundly.